Thanks to Linda at Mocha with Linda, I've been subjected to an incredible news story that you should know about, too, so that I don't have to be the only blogger throwing up in her mouth upon subjection. (One for all, all for one, right?)
I'm gonna fill you in, but first, you must answer a multiple choice question about this picture: What in the world are these women doing?
A. Competing on a new reality show called, "I'd Rather Feed My Legs to Pirhannas Than Live with My In-Laws For a Week."
B. Competing for the Guinness Book of World Records in the category: Who Has the Most Potent Foot Odor in the World?
C. Participating in a new method of Bible study in which all senses are engaged. What you see here is the reenactment of Joshua 3, where the Levites put their feet in the Jordan.
D. Participating in medical research on lowering blood pressure. If it's calming to watch fish, what strides could we make if we "become" the fish?
E. As radical environmentalists, they are offering the spaces between their toes as fish egg hatcheries, since the innocent coral reefs have been destroyed by the manufacturing of the evil coral lipsticks and nail polishes, which these women have since sworn off.
In honor of my hero, Dwight Schrute, the answer is: "False."
According to this MSN online article, these women are partaking in a new spa trend wherein teeny weeny carp meet to "do lunch" on dead skin, providing nature's answer to the old razor pedicures.
(Let's all excuse ourselves from our computers now to go purge, wipe our brows, breathe, and then return to explore the psychological backgrounds of A) The person who thought this up B) These moms who are clearly making a desperate cry: "I'd rather have my toes gnawed off than clean up one more poopy diaper from my four year old.")
I have to admit that razors on feet were never a good idea. Even if one of my very best and trusted friends did talk me into trying this at home once. Unfortunately, that friend is still paying for that faux pas in the form of frequent, unrelenting verbal bullying from me.
Seriously, using razors on heels is so passe. It's not for you. What you want to do is jump back in time, say, to Victorian England, where you could get a refreshing leeching AND a carp pedicure in one afternoon in the bait shop in exchange for a mere oxen's tail. No need to worry about pesky diseases in the wounds; Al Gore hadn't invented germs yet!
Speaking of sanitation, here's my favorite part of the article:
The county health department ... required the salon to switch from a shallow, tiled communal pool that served as many as eight people to individual tanks in which the water is changed for each customer.
Oh yes, this is way more sanitary than razors. Even if the razors never had fish poop or possible salmonella on them.
Also: The communal pool also presented its own problem: At times the fish would flock to the feet of an individual with a surplus of dead skin, leaving others with a dearth of fish.
"It would sometimes be embarrassing for them but it was also really hilarious," [John] Ho [salon owner] said.
So this is a guy's idea. Of course!
His next idea? Kick it up a notch! Full-Body treatment. Wait a minute--isn't that what already happens in singles bars?